Orrick, poet-laureate of St. Louis, and Albert, king of Belgium, are stopping at the Waldorf-Astoria. This could only happen in New York, and the people packing Fifth Avenue, sidewalks, windows, house-tops, flag-poles, waiting for the king, not the poet, to emerge -- this could only happen in people -- for a king, not a poet, has to do with heads, and an appeal to heads makes people emerge, wary as turtles. Is it feet carry them? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING AN EPIGRAM, ON THE BLESSEDNESS OF DIVINE LOVE by JOHN BYROM THE IMPROVISATORE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |